You have been good to me. But our time is almost up. You have helped me when others wouldn’t. You did your job through rain and shine, hot and cold. Your hunting wisdom and wildlife knowledge was far beyond your years. You gave me motivation to keep going when I wanted to give up. You gave me suggestions when I had no other spots. In a true example of charity, you even willingly sacrificed yourself, (all too often in my opinion, but I fully understand why you did it you helpless brick), to the sad depths of the backpacks of the hunters that thought they needed you more than I. You ate my batteries and wasted my gas money and Saturdays with reckless abandon, but I loved you all the more for it. Christmas in August, Christmas in September, Christmas in December, you were the source of so much hope and joy. But no more. It wasn’t you, it wasn’t me, but they say we can’t “hang” out any more. No more late nights. No more long drives and long hikes. No more elk eyes so bright. No more kids helping me look for your next hiding spot. But thank you, it was a good run, but this is the end. 😅